mike.

oh, that's great. blame it on the little guy..

[wazwowski]

     one could say mike wazowski was quite overzealous, he had just about twice as much school supplies than needed and than those all round him had. this was college, his start into adulthood. no more counting on mom and being alone on weekends, he’d made it a mission to find new friends no matter how different they were than him. his first goal was accomplished by getting to class on time, his face showed every bit of joy he had entered the classroom alongside his peers. next objective: make one friend in his criminal law class, hopefully they’ll become study buddies. he approached a dark haired girl who couldn’t care to be apart of any social interaction. “uh- is this seat next to you taken?

[dylan-rhodesobrien-deactivated2]

[marcmarquezz93]

I’m a big snack person, and I have a terrible sweet tooth, I’d rather work a bit harder in the gym and be able to eat what I want, and I like having things to munch on throughout the day. When we’re shooting, I’ll snack on fruit and healthier things, but I definitely have hidden candies. I’m always at craft services getting cookies, too. I’m like the Cookie Monster—that’s my go-to snack. If I had to choose one thing to have on a desert island, it would be a lot of cookies. There are so many different types that you could never get bored.

[djoswiftie]

[olivierassayas]

[wazwowski]

[wazwowski]

[wazwowski]

[wazwowski]

“i… left you a note. you don’t think i’d at least have the decency to leave a note? i love how you think so highly of me. honestly.” she laughed bitterly. “obviously you didn’t see it,” she brushed her hair out of her face. samantha’s facial expression turned solemn and emotionless. “no, yeah, definitely. you’re right. i’m most definitely fucking morgana. yeah, we do it in the kitchen and during work in the office and while caleb is sleeping and right here on this couch. – seriously? how stupid are you? it has been years and you still think that i’m the same? i have a child, i’m not like that anymore.” shock hadn’t done a hookup in months, probably more than that. “be vacant from our lives again? if that’s how you really feel then i can’t make you stay but you at least owe it to your son to try and be there for him.”

“Clearly, i didn’t get the fucking note.” He mumbled with a sarcastic smile on his face. Michael even smiled through her little rant although it just made him even more pissed off. Mostly at himself though for even thinking she would go back to her old ways even with a child. He didn’t mean it though, it was something that came out simply out of pure rage he was feeling at the moment. “So how are we going to tell him I’m his dad? ‘Caleb, your mom deserted me because she found out she was having you and I hated children so in the end that was basically the best decision but yeah I’m here now. If I’m lucky, I’ll get to visit you on the weekends for like an hour.’” There he was being sarcastic again, that was never the best thing to be around Samantha. She could be even more sarcastic without even trying. “I would’ve stayed.. If I knew we were having Caleb I wouldn’t be some jerk and just leave you. You would have to trust me that I wouldn’t do anything to harm him if I knew he was my child. Leaving should not be an option for either of us.”

[wazwowski]

“Ah, my knight in shining armour, what would I do without you?” Sammy rolled her eyes. “He’s probably ten times the dick you are and he reeked of cheap weed, beer and sweat. He drives a Saturn, probably 2009 or later. Most likely right handed by the creases on his hand and his suit and shoes were the cheap brands from Wal-Mart. So obviously he’s on his way to the club that has all of those prostitutes hanging around outside– or coming back from one from the cheap lipstick on his cheek– unless he likes to wear it in his free times. You’ve got nothing to worry about so far. Lets just– get you some ice for that.”

Strangely enough, what Sammy was saying was making him feel better about himself. But he wasn’t going to let it affect him tremendously because knowing Sammy, she could say something to bring him down again. “How did you figure all that stuff out?” He asked with a less angry tone in his voice.

[wazwowski]

“what else do you hear, mick?” sam raised his eyebrows, a mischievious smirk on his lips. “criminal law? nice. that’s hot.”

“Just.. things.” Truth be told, she had heard about Sam’s various hook ups, not much about his past which she found a little bit strange but she didn’t pay much attention to it. Mikayla wasn’t one to be even associated with the word ‘hot’. Her face turned a bright red for a moment. “Yeah, I-I mean I guess !!”

[wazwowski]

“when am i actually ever in the mood for socializing, mikayla?”

“I don't know, but all I know is that you always end up talking to me no matter what.”

[fckshock]

“or we could order delivery and it can come to us. genius, right?”

[wazwowski]

“Not in the mood for socializing with other people, Sam?” Mikayla giggled at how true the statement seemed, Sam didn't look like he was one for interacting with rarely anyone. Mikayla just happened to be one of the people that wouldn't stop bothering him but she had a small sense that there was a small part of him that enjoyed her company.

[fckshock]

“I’m sure that’s not all you hear,” sam chuckled. “what’s the subject? i’m sure I could be of assistance…”

[wazwowski]

“You're right, that's not all I hear.” She chewed on her bottom lip, “Criminal Law.”

[fckshock]

“must get your girlfriends really turned on when you fight someone like that, right?” sammy said and rolled her eyes, obviously annoyed. “just because someone flirts with me or godforbid looks at me a certain way doesn’t mean that I’m interested. if I was I wouldn’t be on a date with you.”

[wazwowski]

“It actually does, but that's not the point. He's probably—” better than me. Michael was not about to admit his jealousy. It's true though, the guy that looked at Sammy could have been and he didn't want to lose this small window of opportunity to be on a date with Samantha. Turns out he lost it anyways once he put up a fight. “Never mind. I don't want to talk about it anymore, just drop it.”

[fckshock]

samantha wished that she could empathize with her husband, but she couldn’t. she tried her best to but she was so distant about emotions, even as an adult. samantha squeezed her husband’s hand softly again. it was the only way that she could think of to comfort him. she knew mike, he didn’t need her to tell him that everything was going to be okay, because it wasn’t. his mom had just died, the only way to really comfort him was through affection. like when she came home beaten and bruised or when they had gone through all of those miscarriages… “yeah, they should be waiting in the car,” she said with a nod and pulled him into a soft kiss, her hand caressing his cheek. “I’ll be right there, okay? just like I always am,” in case you can’t make it through the speech.

[wazwowski]

Right now Michael is stuck on the stage of depression in the seven stages of grief. All that was left was acceptance but there was doubt he'd ever reach that stage. He had gone through so much shock, denial and definitely so much anger. The death of Sharon had also triggered his memories about his father's death. He went through the same process when he was in high school but only this was worse. When his father died, he was mainly very angry but now he is just very depressed. Maybe it was because he had a better connection to his mother. After his father passed, he made sure to keep his mother close to him, he even worried about her while he was away at college. He disregarded that lump in his throat and the tears in his eyes. “Okay, good. We should be leaving now.” Michael kissed her back, giving him the strength to last a few moments without totally breaking down. “Thank you.” He whispered, not daring to say it any louder in fear his voice would break.

[fckshock]

samantha never knew her parents, so she could never empathize. but she had grown to love her mother in law like she might have loved her own mother. they spent holidays together and she learned more about being a mother from sharon. she was so kind and warm, samantha wondered what it was like for mike to grow up with Sharon as a mother. it must have been nice. taking his hands in hers, samantha nodded. “I know,” she squeezed his hand. “you don’t have to,” she said in a quiet and soothing voice she hardly had to use.

[wazwowski]

Michael had rarely gotten any sleep the night before, how could he? He just reminisced about the memories he shared with his mother. He laid wide awake, silently crying. Samantha probably knew he was but maybe she wouldn’t mention it. “I’m doing it, for her..” Mike leaned his head against his wife’s, “A-Are the kids ready to go?”